I Fucking Want You

Not in the sense I need you. I don’t need shit. That’s not how I am built. I compartmentalize like it’s an Olympic sport and I bring home the gold every four years.

But make no mistake, I feel it in my bones.

I want to grab you by your fucking hair and throw fear into your eyes followed up by intense admiration you have never known the likes of.

I am a road rage Dominant that knows how to do a lot in life very well, but there is nothing I do better than this.

I will make you feel heaven and hell and pleasure and pain and fear and lust like you never knew possible.

Bury my face in your thighs until I see the shaking take hold. Eyes peering up to see what I have done. Kick and throw those pillows, Kitten. I am here to stroke my own ego in the glory I bask in from the havoc I have done to you. Fuck a century of anger and stress between your tender legs.